Big Game - A Story for Girls

"Can't you see Bond Street in every curve? I should have thought it was

self-evident. Margot said I was shabby, and that a new hat would do me

good, so we went out and bought it. Do you think I am extravagant?

It's better to spend on this than on medicine, and three guineas isn't

expensive for real lace, is it?"

She peered in her husband's face with simulated anxiety, but his smile

breathed pleasure unqualified.

"I'm delighted that you have bought something at last! You have not

spent a penny on yourself for goodness knows how long."

"Goose!" cried Edith. "He has swallowed it at a gulp. Three guineas,

indeed--as if I dare! Four and eleven-pence three-farthings in Edgware

Road, and my old lace veil, and one of the paste buttons you gave me at

Christmas, and some roses off last year's hat, and Margot's clever

fingers, and my--pretty face! Do you think I am pretty still?"

"I should rather think I do!" Jack framed his wife's face in his hands,

stooping to kiss the soft flushed cheeks as fondly as he had done in the

time of that other lace-wreathed hat six years before. Pat and Jim

returned to their dominoes, bored by such foolish proceedings on the

part of their parents, while Margot covered her face with her hands,

with ostentatious propriety.

"This is no place for me! Consider my feelings, Jack. I'm like a story

I once read in an old volume of Good Words, `Lovely yet Unloved!'

When you have quite finished love-making, I want a private chat with

you, while Edie puts the boys to bed. They will hate me for suggesting

such a thing, but it is already past their hour, and I must have ten

minutes' talk on a point of life and death!"

"Come away, boys; we are not wanted here. Daddy will come upstairs and

see you again before you go to sleep."

Mother and sons departed together, and Jack Martin sat down on the

corner of the sofa and leant his head on his hand. With his wife's

departure the light went out of his face, but he smiled at his sister-

in-law with an air of affectionate camaraderie.

"You are a little brick, Margot! You have done Edie a world of good.

What can I do for you in return? I am at your service."

Margot pulled forward the chair that her sister had chosen as the least

lumpy which the room afforded, and seated herself before him, returning

his glance with an odd mixture of mischief and embarrassment.